Claire||The Girl of a Smile and Tears||A Creepypasta Story

My Story

I often wonder, why were we given life in the first place? Were we placed on this world to live one day, and die another? Some say we were put here for our very own causes, that the man above created every thing for a purpose.

But what's mine?

Some people live a life filled with happiness, with joy and fun. With their families and friends and loved ones. Others live a life of solitude and prosperity amongst only themselves, living in peace without any interruptions. Some others live a life of fame and glory, rich and famous beyond their wildest dreams. Others, work for a living to make the most of life with the little joys they get from their pays at work.
But I can't live a life like any of those..

I'm an orphan.
I'm a school drop-out since I had to work for my own money because my parents left me behind and both died when I was still at a young age.
I have two brothers who I rarely ever see anymore, mostly for the causes that they are also living their lives on their own. (And)
I can't work in the jobs that give big pay because again, I haven't finished school.

Life is on the verge of destruction for me, though I'm astonished I still live on. Probably because of the little miracles that come to me every once in while to save me from walking into the hands of Death himself. You'd be amazed at how much I've escaped death...

I have considered death numerous times, but what's the point?
Even if I did die I wouldn't have anything to mourn about in death. No one would even notice I died if I did cause I'm just a shadow, who would notice a shadow?
Believe me, I've tried to be noticed by people, but did they ever? No. Trying to be noticed is hard enough, so I'd rather stay quiet than embarass myself trying.

So I stick with myself, and to nobody else do I give a care.

The reason I'm like this is because of my parents..

Eight years ago, my mom and dad had an arguement about financial problems because the company my dad was working at was already bankrupt and so were we.
Dad planned to kick me out of the house. I was six years old back then and was only in first grade.
Mom was hesitant, but then gave in.

For I was their most hated child.

Both of them looked down at me for not being a boy and not being able to carry the family name.
They started going through a debate on how to do so.
Me and my brothers were right outside their door, listening to every words they discussed each other. We were all crouched on the floor, Bryan, my eldest brother, muttered some words I still didn't recognize back then. Our middle sibling, Alex, had put his arm around me, letting me cry onto his shoulder.

Was I really to leave the house?

The next morning, my brothers and I came into the kitchen for breakfast. But instead of finding food on the table, we found boxes closed with packing tape.

"What's going on? Are we moving?" Asked Bryan, confused to find his dad, taping boxes and loading them onto the moving van outside.

"No sweety, only we are. Dad, mom, you,"  she hesitated looking at me for a while and eventually moved on. "And Alex." Mom answered him.

"What about Claire?"  Asked Alex.

Mom looked at him for a while. Then said the cruelest words I ever heard...

"She just your sister."  She said, smiling at him like there wasn't a little girl in front of her that thought she was mistaken to call this woman her 'mother'.

I couldn't get my mind of what she just said..

Just your sister..

Was I just a daughter to her like I was any other daughter in the world that she could have?..